**MILA'S POV**
The hallway outside the locker room is empty, and I've been standing in it for five minutes doing absolutely nothing useful.
My hands are still unsteady from the Sterling conversation. The ear-tuck is doing something else to me entirely, something I don't have the bandwidth to examine right now.
I need to find Jax. Make sure he's not in there blaming himself, catastrophizing, doing whatever it is he does alone when things go sideways. I need to confirm he understands how close he came tonight.
A staff member passes, clocking my expression. "They're all in the locker room, if you're looking for someone."
"Right." I look at the door. "Of course."
He moves on. I stare at the door.
I should text Jax and ask him to come out. That's the professional move. That's the move th
